I've been playing with AI lately, and I must say I'm impressed.
Here's a poem that the ChatGPT AI wrote:
Once upon a time in a land so bright,
There lived a little bird who took flight.
With feathers soft as down and a cheerful tune,
She flapped her wings and took to the dune.
She flew over fields of green and gold,
She flew over fields of green and gold,
And valleys deep where the rivers rolled.
She saw creatures big and small,
And wondered what she could do for them all.
So she decided to spread her wings,
So she decided to spread her wings,
And gift a feather to each living thing.
To the rabbits and squirrels, the bees and the trees,
She offered a feather, with a rustle and a breeze.
The creatures were so grateful, one by one,
The creatures were so grateful, one by one,
They thanked the bird and flew off with fun.
The bird felt happy and full of glee,
For spreading joy was what she wanted to be.
And so she flew on, from dawn to dusk,
And so she flew on, from dawn to dusk,
Bringing smiles with every feather she mustered.
And as she looked back on her journey so far,
She knew she'd made many friends, near and afar.
So next time you see a little bird in flight,
So next time you see a little bird in flight,
Remember the story of the feather's might.
And spread a little joy, wherever you may be,
For that's what the world needs, as you and me.
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